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[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

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They are all so delightfully Grimm.

They can be, though I do prefer something with a little less brotherly love.

Heh. [Oh, he likes you.] What do you prefer?

Something with a bit more death in it.

Hoh, but there was plenty of death in the original stories. Plenty of bloody retribution.

The bloodier the revenge, the more I like it. Revenge in any form, really.

Ah, my thoughts run quite the same direction. Particularly impalement.

I prefer beheadings, myself. Just take them out by the neck.

Too slow. Not enough fear or suffering.

If all you're doing is impaling, then they always live longer then they need to.

Sometimes I rip their hearts out, sometimes I simply devour them. Then I keep their souls forever and ever.

And what do you do with the souls?

Collect them.

Keep them inside of me until they are needed.

Needed for what?

For whenever my Master thinks it necessary to use them to utterly obliterate my target.

Please tell me that your "master" isn't some weird, kinky sexy thing?

[This is his disgusted face] No.

He is the the one whose orders I follow, to hunt down and kill the rabid dogs that prey on humanity, vampires and base creatures that taint the world with their lack of control.

Right. Because there are a lot of those things out there.

Not as many as I would like.

So, what's your deal, anyway? What's the shtick, besides eating souls and making them do things?

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